Everything Is Swamp Sludge

Elizabeth B.Rico writes about sludge, when you read it you turn to sludge.

Everything is swamp sludge. The hallways are sludge. The stairs are sludge. The shoes and feet are sludge. The streets are sludge. The buildings are sludge. The cars are sludge. The drivers are sludge. The pedestrians are sludge. The shops are sludge. The banks are sludge (river and commerce sludge alike). The children are sludge becoming. Their mothers and fathers are most certainly sludge. The moths, also, sludge. The trees are sludge with sludge fronds. The sunlight is sludge, the air sludge, water sludge, time sludge.

We, the sludgey masses, are choking on these minutes and days of sludge.

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